Roustabout Stanton Carlisle joins a traveling carny and unsuccessfully schemes to figure out the mind-reading act of Mademoiselle Zeena and her alcoholic husband, Pete.
from NoiroftheWeek.com This week Ive been thinking about Nightmare Alley. Its a 1947 noir starring Tyrone Power Time has been good to this one. The indispensable 70s movie book King of the Bs Working Within the Hollywood System has a fascinating piece on the film in an article written in 1974 by Clive T. Miller. He writes Nightmare Alley (1947) is the quintessential B movie spoiled by an A production. If the studio, Twentieth Century-Fox, had left well enough alone, Nightmare Alley would have be hard and nasty. Or if they had turned it into a full-fledged A project, it would have become a classic. Not true anymore. The film is a classic. And a damned good film noir. Now, I know, the book is something completely different. Its an insane, hard-boiled piece of brilliance. I read it on a Kindle but it would have been better if I found an old water-stained, moldy-smelling dog-eared paperback. Its the ultimate pulp. The book isnt a tale of sin and redemption. Its about the folly of faith and the cunning of those who follow it (quoting Miller here). Its about the dangers of drinking -- and ultimately the terrors of delirium tremens. The book is broken up into 22 sections -- all named after the cards of the tarot. Its clear that the writer -- William Lindsay Gresham -- was both a believer of the tarots and a drinker. You can smell the alcohol on his breath when you read it. The writer had a short life and not much success after Nightmare Alley. He killed himself at the age of 53, in a Times Square hotel. A printed business card on him read NO ADDRESS, NO PHONE, RETIRED, NO BUSINESS, NO MONEY. When released, Greshams book was praised and successful, but it was also damned, sometimes banned and -- in most prints -- heavily censored. It was quickly gobbled up by Hollywood -- without anyone actually reading it. George Jessel, the self-styled nations foremost toastmaster and producer, read a review (again, didnt actually crack the book) of the novel and convinced Darryl Zanuck to buy it. Jessel When Darryl got around to reading the book itself, he said You so-and-so, you never even read the book, its full of censorable stuff. I admitted it, but the censorable stuff was not the picture I wanted to make. I was interested in the store of a carnival barker who found he could hypnotize a few hicks, decided to become a fake spiritualist, mocked the Deity and got punished for his impudence. And so the movie got made. But how did Tyrone Power get involved? The often-told story is this was a pet project that he insisted on making. It was even repeated recently by Stuart Gordon on Trailers From Hell. Sorry, but I dont think thats the case. Power was between films and the one they wanted to put out that year Captain from Castile, got its release date pushed back from fall of 47 to early 48 and the studio didnt want their bankable star off the screen for that long, so they cast him in Nightmare Alley. I suspect that they leaked the story about Power insisting on making it to cover their asses if the film failed. The film was a risk -- Power was known for splashy A color period films. Power previous film, The Razors Edge came out Christmastime of 46 and, at least in studio bosses minds, the roles in Nightmare Alley and the successful Razors Edge were similar (Honestly, did anyone read the two books?) Philip Scheuer of the LA Times found Power more convincing as a phony spiritualist that he was as the real thing in Razors Edge. Nightmare Alley does end up working in the end, despite a director, star and producer that werent known for dark movies. The ending is a cop-out but the con man and geek stuff is just fascinating. It reminds me of another botched attempt at making a novel about a soothsayer into a film. Edward G. Robinson in Night Has a Thousand Eyes. The Woolrich novel shows how God-awful knowing the future would be, but the movie turns into (an admittedly satisfying) a simple mystery who-done-it. Both the novel and movie good in their own ways. For Nightmare Alley credit has to be given to the star Power whos outstanding, and an amazing supporting cast (you can read more about it in our previous NOTW). Power didnt make any other films considered noir. He was great in this but he really didnt fit the noir mold. For a time it was though that this film never was as good as it could have been. Like Stuart Gordon, Im amazed it was even made at all! And that it turned out to be so good film despite it not being at all what the novel is. I wonder if the film was made today would it be truer to the source? A recent graphic novel by Spain Rodriguez (the underground comic artist died in 2012) makes me think the could possibly do it. But can you guarantee me theyll actually read the novel first?
Tyrone Power is at his most alluring in this compelling story of Stanton Carlisle. He starts out working as a general factotum with a travelling show where he meets Zeena (Joan Blondell). She is part of the mind-reading act with Bruno (Mike Mazurki) - a man who hits the bottle just once too often. She begins to teach him the tricks of their trade and soon they are the toast of society - fleecing the green and the gullible. It is at one such show that he alights on Ruth (Helen Walker) - a professional psychiatrist who is not averse to a little bribery and corruption herself. Soon she is feeding him confidential information that enables Stan to try to trick the mourning millionaire Ezra Grindle (Taylor Holmes) out of $150,000. Edmund Goulding has created a very well paced, frequently enthralling adaptation of Greshams novel - we are shown the tough, gritty and frequently violent life on the road faced by the circus folks and all too readily understand why these two want to escape that routine. It is also good to see Power playing a meatier, almost sociopath role, and he works well with both Blondell and Walker treading his tightrope that sees him pretty much abandon all semblance of human decency. The ending seemed oddly fitting - and I think this is well worth a watch.
